I gather thyme upon the sunny hills,
      And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me,
      And in my mind having tranquillity
I smile to see how my green basket fills.
And by clear streams I gather daffodils;
      And in dim woods find out the cherry-tree,
      And take its fruit and the wild strawberry
And nuts and honey; and live free from ills.
I dwell on the green earth, 'neath the blue sky,
      Birds are my friends, and leaves my rustling roof:
The deer are not afraid of me, and I
      Hear the wild goat, and hail its hastening hoof;
The squirrels sit perked as I pass them by,
      And even the watchful hare stands not aloof.